I Knew I Would Always Want To

It Was Too Exactly As Imagined To Be True. But I Felt As Gladly And Expectantly Disorientated, As Happily And Alertly Alone, As Alice In Wonderland.

I Must Fight With My Weapons. Not His. Not Selfishness And Brutality And Shame And Resentment.

Hazard Has Conditioned Us To Live In Hazard. All Our Pleasures Are Dependent On It. Even Though I Arrange For A Pleasure, And Look Forward To It, My Eventual Enjoyment Of It Is Still A Matter Of Hazard. Wherever Time Passes, There Is Hazard.

The Great Majority Of Modern Third-person Narration Is "i" Narration Very Thinly Disguised.

Wolves Don't Hunt Singly, But Always In Pairs. The Lone Wolf Was A Myth.